[Maybe, maybe not too much. Still, Cor smirks at Noct's response, fully aware that the younger man would just love to undress him with more than just his eyes.]
Then just lean back...and take notes.
[Despite that deadpan joke, Cor does take his time. Not snail-paced, but definitely slower than most people are when they get undressed. Bit by bit, Cor's skin is eventually revealed, beyond the usual arm-baring of short sleeves. And yeah, there's no question that he's toned as hell, from a lifetime of training and fighting.
He also has scars of his own - mostly old, a few from within the past year or so. They dot his chest, shoulders, and upper arms; Cor doesn't seem bothered by them, merely acting like this is just who he is. Which...is true, really. There is, however, one particular scar of note - older than the rest and longer, reaching from his left shoulder to his left hip.
Still makes him as cool and badass as usual, though.]
[The scars look different on Cor. Better? Maybe it's the way Marshal carries himself, with confidence. Something Noctis lacks. He has the guts to say whatever he wants but he's long ways away from what Cor is. A confident, sexy, older guy.
And Noctis doesn't bother to let his eyes rove over his body hungrily, the urge to touch increasing. To feel every dip and curve underneath his fingers.
Cor is... sexier than Noct thought. This is taking him completely off guard.]
You're hot.
[-it leaves Noct's mouth before he can check himself. But, he's just being completely honest.]
[Cor's well aware that he's attractive, but not anywhere near levels of vanity that some people may have. Some people tend to be put off by the scars, though, so hearing that from Noctis brings a tiny, teasing smile to his face.]
Is that so? I bet you're wanting to paw all over me, don't you?
[He slowly slips the belt out of its hoops on his pants as he drawls on.]
...too bad you've been bad today. Otherwise, I might've been willing to let you do that.
[Is he really that easy to read? Not that he's trying to hide his intentions, at all. Still, to be called out like that make his ears burn.]
And... what if I listen to you? Now? During the punishment?
What if I'm really good now?
[And while he'd usually hesitate when he's shirtless, he doesn't hesitate now and wriggles enough so he can turn around and lay on his stomach. Only one hand being cuffed made things easy. He still has pants on though so Cor is free to get them out of the way.]
[Cpr let his pants fall to the floor, revealing the black boxers he wore underneath. Stepping out of his pants, he let his gaze wander over Noct's backside, taking note of how much he's grown over the past several years. And yes, there is a moment of hesitation when he glances over That Scar...
But it's only a brief moment, and then his smile shifts into a smirk as he turns his attention to that young ass. Firm hands grip Noct's hips, fingering the edge of those pants.]
Depends upon how good you can be... Be very good, and I won't have to cuff your other hand.
[His hips wriggle in Cor's hold, the slight graze of Cor's rough fingers on his skin sending crazy shivers down Noct's back. Noctis has to bite down on his lower lip to hold back a whine, looking over his shoulder at Cor playfully.]
Mmm? I was hoping on getting the cuffed one free.
[He raises his hips just enough for Cor to slip his hands under to unbutton the pants to tug them off- if he wants to. Ignore the fact that he's already half hard from the little 'show'.]
[Cor lets Noctis squirm, enjoying the sight of seeing the younger man trying not to make any noise beyond words. Noctis may notice that Cor's own boxers may be developing a little tent as well...]
That depends on how good you'll be once your punishment is complete.
[One hand does move to start unbuttoning those pants, but those fingers move as if to tease along any forms of arousal on Noct's part. The other hand shifts to feel up the lad's ass, giving it a few testing squeezes before he starts pulling Noct's pants down.]
[The complaint isn't because he's cuffed, but because he won't get to touch Cor any time soon. He is easily silenced, though, when the strong hands squeeze his ass, making Noct moan softly into the pillow. He's getting so worked up like this and Cor didn't even do anything.]
I'll b...
[The rest of the sentence '-be good' is "eaten" by the pillow. Keeping his hips still and holding back a delighted squeak when the pants are removed from him is hard though.]
[Hearing Noctis moan does thing to Cor. Things like make his breath hitch just a little, and his blood run just a little hotter. Seriously, Noct shouldn't sound that alluring to him...
And yet, he finishes pulling the lad's pants off, leaving them both in just their underwear. He doesn't remove Noct's, though, instead opting to tease him more with a few ass squeezes.]
well, you're certainly not resisting and giving me too much sass. I suppose I could only let you get away with just ten spanks...
[He can hear Cor's breathing, after all, it's only them in the room. And it makes Noct's eyes glint. The squeezes get a few more muffled sounds from him, the hand that is cuffed to the board jerking. The image of his fingers clawing into Cor's broad shoulders instead of this chain is sending heat through him.
...he'll be good.]
Mnn... can't help the sass. I suppose spanking is fair.
[Very fair. There are few teasing questions he wants to throw Cor's way but- he bites down on his lip. He'll be good.]
[There's a very amused 'hmn' on Cor's end, and then both hands pull away from Noct's ass. One moves to gently hold him down on his upper back. The other lifts up over Cor's head.]
Good. Keep count - out loud. And if you lose count before we're finished, we start over at the beginning.
[Regardless of any response from Noctis, Cor brings that hand down on the younger man's ass, leaving a sharp smack against it. Not hard enough to be unpleasantly painful, but still strong enough to leave a sharp sting.]
[The hands easily send shivers, very visible shivers, through Noct's body. He knows what's coming now and he can feel his cheeks get even warmer, body tense from anticipation. The first strike against his skin has him suck in breath sharply, biting on his lower lip.]
One-
[And he actually listens to what Cor asks of him. He loves to spite him just to get a reaction but he doesn't want to get spanked into the next week.]
Two-!
[The next strike has Noct's voice pitched and him attempting to look over the shoulder to see.]
[Cor keeps him held down with his free hand, but not enough to keep Noctis from squirming. He barely gives a glance towards Noct's face, instead focusing on that cute little rear that he's smacking.
Over.
And over. One side, and then the other - keeping the pain evenly split. He does expect the lad to keep count - it's such a low count, after all; surely Noctis could manage that...
Even if Cor resists the urge to smirk at that voice being pitched from the spanking.]
[Noctis is not trying to squirm away from the hold- it's the strikes that keep him squirming, not letting him decide if he wants more of them or if he wants them to stop. Wanting both at the same time is a huge problem, and it's embarrassing that this punishment is making him as hard as he is.
He dutifully continues to count, strike by strike, eyes a bit glassy. The change of place helps his mind keep up with it, to not get overstimulated.]
[After the eigth strike, Cor does spare a full glance over at Noct's face. And what he found there is far more appealing than he expected. The stuttering voice certain adds another dimension to it.
But he doesn't stop. Instead, he firmly reminds him:]
[He does want to, but focusing is becoming harder and harder. Noctis is so glad that Cor spoke up, bringing out his mind from a haze and keeping it sharp and focused on counting.
'Nine' he announces, and then ten, burying his face in the pillow with a soft whimper. His entire body is shaking, goosebumps going up and down his back. This should be enough, right? Ten?
His skin feels ablaze and stinging and he moans, turning his head to look at Cor inquisitively.
[Cor lands that tenth smack, and his other hand immediately moves off of Noctis once he hears that final count. The older man moves to uncuff the lad, letting him relax or move however he wishes.
But he also does something he hasn't done in years.
[Noctis almost instantly leans back in that touch, much like a cat would when starving for affection and attention. His ass still stings but he's too embarrassed of his red face to show it just yet.
The words that he's forgiven, however, send a warm tingle through him. It feels nice. This felt nice and he certainly doesn't regret acting like a brat earlier. Slowly, he shifts to sit up and turns towards Cor, hands locking around his neck as he shuffles to partly sit in the older man's lap. Noct's head is a bit tilted so he can use his bangs to hide the blush.]
[Cor can't help but smile at how adorable Noctis looks right now. Blushing yet leaning into that touch, like the feline he's always associated with...
His starting to climb into his lap isn't as surprising to the older man as it should be, though. Affection doesn't show easily, and Cor finds himself wrapping his arms around the younger man's waist in response.]
And how much do you want me to show you? All of it? ...or just some of it?
[His voice is low, yet soft - almost like a purr. A rather enticing purr.]
[Showing affection has always been a rough field- for all of them. But just feeling Cor's hands on him, on his hips, keeping him close without pushing him away- it's more than enough for Noctis.
Noct's hand slips off Cor's shoulders and rests on the wrist of his hand that's holding Noct's waist. Slowly, he shifts Cor's hold of him, moving the hand to rest on his lower back instead.]
All...
['I trust you completely', he doesn't say it. His face, however, does lean in, nose brushing against Cor's while his lips hover mere inches away. One shift and...]
[Cor's eyes widen for a moment, as soon as he feel his hand being shifted over to Noct's lower back. But then his whole face softens with deep appreciation and fondness, fully understanding the unspoken message. Love, warm and boundless, flows from his heart thru his veins as he gently rubs his hand over that sensitive area.]
...as you wish...
[One little shift, and their lips meet in a kiss, lingering and inviting Noct to go deeper, to do more.]
[It is a good thing that Cor understands his nonverbal implications- Noctis was never good with words and properly expressing himself. A soft smile spreads across Noct's face and he returns the kiss, easily making the soft brush of their lips become firmer, deeper, hotter. Another set of shivers runs through his body when he presses himself completely up against Cor, finger greedily traveling over every inch of the skin they can reach on his back.]
[Cor kisses back just as hot and deep, holding Noctis flush against his body. It's a heady contract, his rough skin brushing up against Noct's smooth skin. Though Noctis may also feel a few more scars along the older man's back, he could also feel the sheer muscle that the latter has.
Cor's hands drift down to Noct's hips and pulls them more against his, moaning into their kiss as their arousals rub against each other thru the fabric of their underwear.]
[He does feel it under his fingers and it just entices him, even more, to run his hands over his back. If he weren't so distracted with the way Cor's hands pull his hips forward he'd even do a proper job. That being said- the brush of their arousals together makes Noctis moan against Cor's lips, the sound muffled slightly by the kiss.
Giving Cor's lips a nip, Noctis pulls back and this time doesn't wait on Cor's hands to shift his hips- he does it himself.]
[Cor's breath hitches in pleasant surprise at that nip, but that mischievous grin on his face tells Noctis just how much the older man enjoyed that. It helps that he's rocking his hips back up against Noct's, letting them grind against each other some more.]
Maybe...just one more thing for you...
[And while one hand moves to steady Noctis on his side, the other slips beneath the younger man's underwear to teasingly rub his fingers along Noct's shaft.]
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Then just lean back...and take notes.
[Despite that deadpan joke, Cor does take his time. Not snail-paced, but definitely slower than most people are when they get undressed. Bit by bit, Cor's skin is eventually revealed, beyond the usual arm-baring of short sleeves. And yeah, there's no question that he's toned as hell, from a lifetime of training and fighting.
He also has scars of his own - mostly old, a few from within the past year or so. They dot his chest, shoulders, and upper arms; Cor doesn't seem bothered by them, merely acting like this is just who he is. Which...is true, really. There is, however, one particular scar of note - older than the rest and longer, reaching from his left shoulder to his left hip.
Still makes him as cool and badass as usual, though.]
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And Noctis doesn't bother to let his eyes rove over his body hungrily, the urge to touch increasing. To feel every dip and curve underneath his fingers.
Cor is... sexier than Noct thought. This is taking him completely off guard.]
You're hot.
[-it leaves Noct's mouth before he can check himself. But, he's just being completely honest.]
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Is that so? I bet you're wanting to paw all over me, don't you?
[He slowly slips the belt out of its hoops on his pants as he drawls on.]
...too bad you've been bad today. Otherwise, I might've been willing to let you do that.
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And... what if I listen to you? Now? During the punishment?
What if I'm really good now?
[And while he'd usually hesitate when he's shirtless, he doesn't hesitate now and wriggles enough so he can turn around and lay on his stomach. Only one hand being cuffed made things easy. He still has pants on though so Cor is free to get them out of the way.]
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But it's only a brief moment, and then his smile shifts into a smirk as he turns his attention to that young ass. Firm hands grip Noct's hips, fingering the edge of those pants.]
Depends upon how good you can be... Be very good, and I won't have to cuff your other hand.
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Mmm? I was hoping on getting the cuffed one free.
[He raises his hips just enough for Cor to slip his hands under to unbutton the pants to tug them off- if he wants to. Ignore the fact that he's already half hard from the little 'show'.]
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That depends on how good you'll be once your punishment is complete.
[One hand does move to start unbuttoning those pants, but those fingers move as if to tease along any forms of arousal on Noct's part. The other hand shifts to feel up the lad's ass, giving it a few testing squeezes before he starts pulling Noct's pants down.]
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[The complaint isn't because he's cuffed, but because he won't get to touch Cor any time soon. He is easily silenced, though, when the strong hands squeeze his ass, making Noct moan softly into the pillow. He's getting so worked up like this and Cor didn't even do anything.]
I'll b...
[The rest of the sentence '-be good' is "eaten" by the pillow. Keeping his hips still and holding back a delighted squeak when the pants are removed from him is hard though.]
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And yet, he finishes pulling the lad's pants off, leaving them both in just their underwear. He doesn't remove Noct's, though, instead opting to tease him more with a few ass squeezes.]
well, you're certainly not resisting and giving me too much sass. I suppose I could only let you get away with just ten spanks...
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...he'll be good.]
Mnn... can't help the sass. I suppose spanking is fair.
[Very fair. There are few teasing questions he wants to throw Cor's way but- he bites down on his lip. He'll be good.]
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Good. Keep count - out loud. And if you lose count before we're finished, we start over at the beginning.
[Regardless of any response from Noctis, Cor brings that hand down on the younger man's ass, leaving a sharp smack against it. Not hard enough to be unpleasantly painful, but still strong enough to leave a sharp sting.]
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One-
[And he actually listens to what Cor asks of him. He loves to spite him just to get a reaction but he doesn't want to get spanked into the next week.]
Two-!
[The next strike has Noct's voice pitched and him attempting to look over the shoulder to see.]
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Over.
And over. One side, and then the other - keeping the pain evenly split. He does expect the lad to keep count - it's such a low count, after all; surely Noctis could manage that...
Even if Cor resists the urge to smirk at that voice being pitched from the spanking.]
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He dutifully continues to count, strike by strike, eyes a bit glassy. The change of place helps his mind keep up with it, to not get overstimulated.]
Five... Six-!
[Noctis can feel his ears burning.]
...S-Seven...
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But he doesn't stop. Instead, he firmly reminds him:]
Almost there. You want remain a good boy, right?
[Blow number nine. Just one more...]
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[He does want to, but focusing is becoming harder and harder. Noctis is so glad that Cor spoke up, bringing out his mind from a haze and keeping it sharp and focused on counting.
'Nine' he announces, and then ten, burying his face in the pillow with a soft whimper. His entire body is shaking, goosebumps going up and down his back. This should be enough, right? Ten?
His skin feels ablaze and stinging and he moans, turning his head to look at Cor inquisitively.
He was good, right?]
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But he also does something he hasn't done in years.
He petted Noct's head.]
That's a good boy...you're forgiven.
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The words that he's forgiven, however, send a warm tingle through him. It feels nice. This felt nice and he certainly doesn't regret acting like a brat earlier. Slowly, he shifts to sit up and turns towards Cor, hands locking around his neck as he shuffles to partly sit in the older man's lap. Noct's head is a bit tilted so he can use his bangs to hide the blush.]
...really? Show me.
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His starting to climb into his lap isn't as surprising to the older man as it should be, though. Affection doesn't show easily, and Cor finds himself wrapping his arms around the younger man's waist in response.]
And how much do you want me to show you? All of it? ...or just some of it?
[His voice is low, yet soft - almost like a purr. A rather enticing purr.]
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Noct's hand slips off Cor's shoulders and rests on the wrist of his hand that's holding Noct's waist. Slowly, he shifts Cor's hold of him, moving the hand to rest on his lower back instead.]
All...
['I trust you completely', he doesn't say it. His face, however, does lean in, nose brushing against Cor's while his lips hover mere inches away. One shift and...]
All of it.
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...as you wish...
[One little shift, and their lips meet in a kiss, lingering and inviting Noct to go deeper, to do more.]
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Cor's hands drift down to Noct's hips and pulls them more against his, moaning into their kiss as their arousals rub against each other thru the fabric of their underwear.]
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Giving Cor's lips a nip, Noctis pulls back and this time doesn't wait on Cor's hands to shift his hips- he does it himself.]
Teasing... enough for you?
[Noct asks, breathless, with a mirthful smile.]
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Maybe...just one more thing for you...
[And while one hand moves to steady Noctis on his side, the other slips beneath the younger man's underwear to teasingly rub his fingers along Noct's shaft.]
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